All a woman ever spends money on is clothes!"
"Eileen," chuckled John Gilman, "this sounds exactly as if we
were married, and we're not, yet."
"No," said Eileen, "thank heaven we're not. If it's come to the
place where you're siding with everybody else against me, and
where you're more interested in what my kid sister has to say to
you than you are in me, I don't think we ever shall be."
Then, from stress of nerve tension and long practice, some big
tears gushed up and threatened to overflow Eileen's lovely eyes.
That never should happen, for tears are salt water and they cut
little rivers through even the most carefully and skillfully
constructed complexion, while Eileen's was looking its worst that
evening. She hastily applied her handkerchief, and John Gilman
took her into his arms; so the remainder of the evening it was as
if they were not married. But when John returned to the subject
of a home and begged Eileen to announce their engagement and let
him begin work, she evaded him, and put him off, and had to have
time to think, and she was not ready, and there were many
excuses, for none of which Gilman could see any sufficient
reason. When he left Eileen that night, it was with a heavy
heart.
CHAPTER XIV. Saturday's Child
Throughout the week Linda had worked as never during her life
previously, in order to save Saturday for Donald Whiting. She
ran the Bear Cat down to the garage and had it looked over once
more to be sure that everything was all right.
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